Please read the preceding Chapter to be in the flow of the story. * Jack and I dried off and put on the robes that Jill had provided. We went for some solid food. Jill asked if I wanted to talk about my experiences. I replied it might give Jack a big head and I would rather do it later. Regis asked, "You mean bigger than the one he had in your pussy, hon?...
That one pillow talk and "hypothetical" conversation with her husband had not prepared Jill for the reality of her first seduction. As she watched her boss' dark hands slide the keycard into the lock on their hotel suite, she was tempted to flee. Jill had been dismayed when her boss informed her that he had changed their reservation from adjoining rooms to...
Tags: mc, mf, md, gr Synopsis: A bike courier is dosed with growth hormones Note: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot repost it without permission, it may be illegal or immoral for you to read, and none of it is real. Note 2: This is a reworking and expansion of a bit I wrote in 2005 inspired by some photos of sexy delivery girls that were floatin...
Love is silly. This is not to say that love is laughable, or funny; it's neither. Love is not trivial. It is sublime, life-altering. Love changes. But love, especially new love, makes us act silly, makes us think differently. We do things out of character for us, we say things we normally wouldn't say and almost immediately the changes begin. The playboy...
He stood up and moved to the front of his desk, putting his ass on the edge of the desk he was almost right in front of me. He said, “Speaking of tits, lets see those two of yours, honey.” I sat there very excited for some reason. I don’t know exactly why. I have shown my tits to so many boys, and they have felt me up all my life, but for some reason this ov...
Jack loved this chair. They called it "The Emperor's Chair" here at the Goblet. It was one of those deep, high and bow-backed chairs that's not quite overstuffed, with sturdy legs and a particular smell that remind one of aftershave, cigarette smoke, and creepy, long jazz tunes that swirl around like a haze. It was tucked away in a nice, dark corner from whe...
Note from Slickman: I've created a new and exciting character, Blue McKenzie, who writes sexy stories for a woman's magazine. Her first big story will try to answer what many of the stories on Literotica have addressed. Make sure you are at least 18 years old and do not reuse this story without the permission of the author. Have fun... Blue McKenzie had bee...
I looked around the pub and it was heaving. Wall to wall with perfumed women, slimy men and thumping music. Still, I suppose that's what Friday nights is all about. I was sat at the corner of the bar, nurturing a nice cold pint of lager and just people watching. The crowd I was with had long dispersed into the cool autumn night but I had decided to stay on a...
Please note that the characters in this story are fictional and are not children. If you do not like to read about transgender and/or homosexual people then this is not the story for you. Please do not post my story anywhere without my permission. You may have heard the story of Jack and Jill, and how they went up the hill to get water. Well actually...
Jeff and Jill Langdon, in their mid-thirties, moved from an apartment building to rent a 600 square foot cottage on the river while they saved their money to buy a house. The lot was deep and wooded. Across the road was a bur oak savannah enclosed by barbed wire for use as a pasture. Only occasionally were cattle put there. There were cottages and homes with...